Every human has something to hide,
Be it their truths,
Or be it their lies.
Every human has something to hide,
Be it their sighs,
Be it their lives.
Every being is naught human,
Till it has something to hide,
Something to surprise.
Something, to prize.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
